Chap 2: Master
Kamikaze was one of the oldest yakuza in Japan and the most powerful one at that moment. It was the king of the underground world not only in Tokyo but also in the whole Kanto. This clan had a very good relationship with the leading clan in Osaka, too. In contrast to its fame, not many people knew about the family ruling this yakuza, though. It's said that only high-raking members of the yakuza could meet their masters and even fewer ones had the honor to know their name. That was what his mother had told Fuji before he was taken here. But even in his most fantastic dream, Fuji could never imagine that that mysterious and powerful family was Tezuka's. And his best friend Tezuka Kunimitsu, the one he trusted the most and cared for the most (except his family), was his young master.
"You space out.", a cold voice snapped Fuji out of his trance and he hurriedly focused again on the bookshelf he was arranging.
"Come here.", his master commanded, still in that cold voice but Fuji could sense a bit angry in it. He shuddered slightly, anticipated what was coming as he obediently stepped toward his master and knelt in front of him.
"I've said before that you have to completely concentrate on me and your work whenever you are around me, haven't I?", Tezuka said nonchalantly.
"Yes, master.", Fuji bowed low as he spoke.
"Then you know what you have to do now, right?", Tezuka's body turned away from his low table a bit and his hazel eyes darkened as he's eyeing Fuji.
"Yes, master.", Fuji answered and then moved close to Tezuka. He unzipped the other's pants and pulled it down a bit along with the underwear to reveal Tezuka's manhood. Lowered his head, Fuji began to lick the shaft, all the way, up and down, from the tip to Tezuka's balls before took it in his mouth slowly until he couldn't take more. As he bobbed his head up and down, Tezuka started to thrust into his mouth, making Fuji gag a bit but the stoic boy didn't stop. He continued to move his hip and groaned in pleasure as Fuji's hot cavern swallowed him.
"Enough.", Tezuka said hoarsely and he grabbed Fuji's honey brown hair to stop the slender boy , "Take off your clothes."
Fuji stripped his yukata off and then straddled Tezuka's lap. Took a deep breath, he slowly lowered himself on Tezuka's hard cock to be acquainted with the penetration. But it seemed that his master didn't think so, he grabbed Fuji's hip and pulled him down roughly.
"Aahhhh", Fuji screamed. Though they had had sex many times since he arrived here two months ago (Fuji had never known Tezuka was that hormonal maniac before) and his master always did it roughly, Fuji still couldn't get used to the pain. He clutched Tezuka's back tightly as the other began to pounce on him like a sexual tiger; his mouth was busy sucking, licking, biting at Fuji's delicate neek until he finally came with a satisfied groan.
"Go back to your work.", Tezuka said and pushed Fuji away after he calmed down from his orgasm. "Yes, master.", the slender boy bowed before got dress and stood up. That was his punishment every time he made a mistake: being used like a sex toy. It shouldn't be a matter though, since he was just a slave but Fuji couldn't stop his chest from clenching painfully whenever he thought about it. And he didn't know why. He had already accepted this life, accepted that he was a slave and his duty was satisfying his master, accepted that he would no longer feel the freedom he used to had. Then why he kept being bothered by this weird feeling like he had lost something so important and now needed it badly to come back.
Fuji was cleaning up his master's table when he suddenly froze and stared blankly at the desk calendar. Today was October 7.
Flash back
"Happy birthday.", Tezuka said softly as he gave Fuji a small box. The slender boy's eyes lightened up with pure happiness: "Arigatou, Tezuka. Though it's quite weird to give a leap year boy his present every year you know." He winked at the other boy.
"I know but you still become older, right?", Tezuka smiled slightly.
"That's mean, Tezuka." Fuji pouted but he quickly grinned "I think I should pay you back for all the past years,ne. Say Tezuka, what do you want for your birthday?"
"Isn't it too soon to think about it?", Tezuka raised an eyebrow at his friend.
"Saa, just tell me." Fuji grinned wider while tugged at Tezuka's sleeve slightly. The other boy sighed and thought for a moment before answered: "A hand-made matcha cake."
"Eee, you know that I'm not good at cooking Tezuka.", Fuji pursed his lips, "And I have never made any cake before." He added in a mournful voice.
Tezuka smiled and rubbed Fuji's head gently "You don't have to force yourself. Whatever you give me will make me happy."
End flashback
Fuji felt tears welling up in his eyes as the memory flashed upon him. It was just more than seven months ago but it seemed like a decade to him now. Two months passed and so many things had changed. Tezuka was not the person he used to know anymore just like Fuji was no longer who he was in the past.
Fuji in the past had planned to give his best friend a surprise party before he left to study abroad since he couldn't stay until the other's birthday. Fuji in the past had spent month and month in learning how to make a matcha cake. Fuji in the past had tried and tried and tried again countless times after his every failure in making a delicious cake just because he had wanted badly to see the pure happiness in those hazel eyes and the sincere smile lightening Tezuka's usual stoic face. That was Fuji in the past, Fuji as Tezuka's best friend, the person who no longer existed. Now, there was just Fuji – Tezuka's slave. A slave didn't have a right to care for his master, a slave didn't have a right to do anything on his own for his master. The only thing he should do and had to do was following his master's commands. Yes, that was it, but still...
"..Uhm..master.", Fuji called hesitantly, trying his best not to sound nervous.
"What?", Tezuka replied coldly like usual, not bother to look up from his paperwork. The slender boy took a deep breath and slowly, with his slightly shaking hands, put a small matcha cake on the table. As Tezuka caught sight of it, the stoic boy immediately stopped and just stared hard at the green cake for a brief moment before lifting his gaze to look at Fuji.
"Ah..I..I thought you would like a matcha cake for you birthday so..so I made it and..", Fuji stammered out a explanation, his body shrank slightly as his master looked straight into his cerulean eyes. Tezuka's hazel ones were so deep with emotions Fuji couldn't fathom but there was one thing he could sense clearly. It was disbelief.
Like being hit by a whip in a despising way, Fuji bewilderedly knelt down, his head bowed low as he spoke in trembling voice: "I'm sorry master. I shouldn't.." Before Fuji could finish his words, he was pulled roughly into Tezuka's lap and the next moment the stoic boy's warm lips crashed against his. Fuji's deep blue eyes snapped open.
Tezuka was kissing him.
Even though they had had sex countless times before Tezuka had never kissed him, the reason of which Fuji assumed that the stoic boy felt disgusted and dirty about kissing a low slave. But now, Tezuka's lips were pressing against him, roughly but gently at the same time as his body covered Fuji's and the slender boy couldn't help but melt into the kiss as the warm and sweet sensations from their contact overwhelmed him. Tezuka's tongue slid inside Fuji's mouth as he deepened the kiss, sought Fuji's one and then guided the other's tongue into a long and passionate dance. The slender boy broke the kiss for air but his master's mouth quickly covered him as he kissed the boy in his arms again and again.
Fuji was so lost in their kisses that he didn't notice his clothes being stripped completely until something hard, large and hot pressed against his entrance. Fuji clutched Tezuka's shoulder tightly, preparing for the upcoming pain but then it was much more bearable than he had anticipated. Though his master still enter him without preparation, this time his movement was slow and gentle. So gentle that Fuji felt like crying.
As Tezuka began to pull out and then slam back into him, a thought crossed Fuji's mind before he was swept along with Tezuka's forceful thrusts: four hours spending in baking that cake were so worth.
A/N: I've seeked for Tezuka-Fuji's doujinshi lately but many links have been invalid. So if you have some (English or Spanish version only, since I don't know Japanese), please send it to me, I will be very thankful. This is my mail: linh06p gmail com (I can't write it without space =.=)
Last but not least, reviews are always appreciated ^^.
